My wi[F]e exposed on a fetish meeting. Long story

For a longer time my wife asked if i would like to go to a swingers club. She had fantasies about being exhibitionist and show her sexuality and body for others to see and have sex while others watched.

We both like kinky play but not using whips or other inflictment of pain. Bondage and edging is our kink. I had looked where we could go and found a club where quite some bdsm couples also meet. I send an email to the club owner and asked a few questions wich she gladly answered. In our playing we switch depending on the mood.

Ellen had a few times where she drove me nuts for days, denying me an orgasm. Time for me getting back at her. I emailed the clubowner a question about setting up a cage in the middle of the lounge area they have. She was fine with that and promised there would be one waiting for us. She would also invite regular bdsm couples and tell them about my idea of having Ellen in the cage naked and have her beg for everything. If she would be thirsty, beg, when hungry, beg etc. We agreed to a night it all would come together.

I’m going to let a guy that previously fucked my wife (cheating)… fuck her again in a [MFM] threesome.

I’ll try to keep this short but hit all the key points. Basically, my wife (35F) and I (44M) have been together for 8 years. When we first met, she was also sorta dating a guy (25M) she used to work with. I knew about him and even met him a few times (he worked locally at a place we went to often) and didn’t really care back then. Once we moved in together, she claims she stopped talking to him but I later learned that she was still seeing him a few times per year. I eventually called her out on this and she admitted that she “met him a few times but nothing really happened” claiming they just hung out and had lunch and talked. I never believed this as I knew they had fucked before and this guy was still young and horny. But I had no real proof. I decided to let it go. Since then, it’s been a few years and we’ve done some swinger activities, and had a threesome. Our sex life is now very good and she lets me do whatever I want really.

[FM] Breaking in my New Car

So about two months ago, I got my first car. Obviously, I was pretty excited about finally having one of my own. On the first ride home, my bf mentioned how we needed to break it in by having sex in the back seat and in the passenger seat. Obviously, this got me kinda wet. But we didn’t really make plans for it. It was more of a joke. Now, my bf has fucked in the back of his SUV plenty of times. (Literally more than I can count). So I definitely wanted to.

About a week later, I had to drive to the river to get a water sample for class. I took my bf with me cuz it was midnight. On the way back, I parked in front of our public library. He looked up from his phone confused. I gave him a smile and told him I thought it was a good night break in the car and to get in the back seat.

[MFF] Colombia Life… Planned Threesome, ended up fucking her 18yo friend while she watched

**Intro**

I haven’t written any stories, but I might how this is received. I have a lot, but I’m sure most people want to hears from women. I’m not sure if my story lives up the the slutdom the girls can get away with, but this definitely isn’t the sluttiest story. Colombia is great for a guy like me who is heavily promiscuous. I’m a prototypical Chad, 6ft, 7×5.5 dick, symmetrical, muscular, etc.(not humblebrag, just reality) so I already get pretty much unlimited pussy through tinder and other dating apps in the states. But living in Colombia? It rains and it pours. Gorgeous women cream for a tall muscular white guy. Most guys in Colombia aren’t that fit, and rely on money, heavily into prostitutes, etc. I speak fluent Spanish at this point too, so there’s no issues I’m running into. From the stories I’ve heard from other guys, they have the hardest times often with Colombian women when their money isn’t involved. Colombian women are hard to get, you really have to have game, living there two years definitely developed it for me. But I find I get the most pussy when I’m cocky as fuck from already having a harem of women willing to do anything for me.

The first kink [FM]

We’re a kinky couple with some fun stories and a good imagination. I think it’s about time I wrote down some of our experiences; partly for us to go back over, partly to share and entice others. This first story is a little about us, a little about someone else ;)

The first summer we (S&G) met we were pretty casual. She would often text me in the evening when she wanted some company in her bed. We’d talk about all sort of kinky things, but really just starting to spend more time together apart from sex. I was still flirting with other girls, but most culminated in making out, not much more.

One weekend I was out on a Friday at the bar and got talking to a group people I only knew casually. Friendly, but didn’t generally hang out. In the group are two attractive sisters, C&R. C is the older sister; slim, clearly sexual, with an intense look that always made you curious. R is curvier, with a beautiful smile that is so friendly and inviting. I’d challenge anyone to easily choose who they are more attracted to.

First post: Hot for Teacher. A true story told in rhyme. [MF]

Below is a story that I’ll never forget about the naughtiest teacher that I’ve ever met.

If she ever taught you, you’d never have guessed, the kinks that were hiding beneath her plain dress.

Now I wasn’t her student, just in the same town. She was looking online for a man who’d go down.

I was suspicious at first, but I couldn’t resist. The fantasy outlined, was not one to miss.

I sent her a message, with a picture attached. She said “Hello handsome, well I think we’re a match”

We settled on a Monday, in a break after class, I thought she was a student, some tight college ass.

As I drove over Monday, I was still not convinced. I had messaged that morning but no word from her since.

I parked at the campus, and thank god she’d replied. “Let’s meet at the library, I’ll be there in five”.

She found me first and said her name with a smile. I hadn’t met someone this pretty for a while.

The connection was instant, we made eyes as we talked, Our bodies just touching, as together we walked.

A weekend of sharing another man’s wife has deeply affected me [MFM]

Eight months ago I had a truly life-altering encounter with a couple new to the hotwife lifestyle. It’s since evolved into a relationship outside the bedroom as I consider them probably my best friends. I don’t have a lot of friends, this is true. And fewer who invite me over for regular threesomes. But what’s the old adage? Seek and ye shall find sex friends? No. The best things in life are threesomes? Maybe. Something like that.

Last January Aly and Sam posted an ad in my neighborhood looking for a F/MF/M. Taking a look at their post history (nearly 40K in karma over six months), I nearly forgot to send them a message. I could have scrolled through their photos for hours and been happy. She was gorgeous and (my impressions from her photos) had the perfect curves. Pretty tan (found out later how much they travel), a cute face (from what you could make out; a cute chin at any rate) and absolutely remarkable breasts. One of the things she asked me later was “Are you a tits man or an ass man?” Normally, I’m a tits man. But I don’t have a preference to size or shape. Hers though…my God, they might take the cake. Large, perfectly shaped, and her nipples were pierced (one is now; that’s a rough story). In one of the videos they’d posted her husband massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples hard…that was one vid I watched over and over.

I shared an Instagram Escort with one of my friends [MF]

I have a bad habit of hiring Instagram models as escorts.  I have a stressful life, caring for some family, while juggling a very demanding job.  I find that these ‘dates’ are helpful for me to decompress, unwind and relax.  Albeit for a short amount of time.

A little while ago, I brought an Instagram model to one of my office parties.  We had fun socializing and later that night we had some private fun.  A few days later, one of my work colleagues, Chris, approached me.  Chris is a very good friend of mine.   We started at the company at the same time, and share many of the job’s stresses and challenges.  He’s way higher up in the company and makes a ton more money, but all good, he deserves it.  Not only do we hang in the office, but we chill outside with sports and whatever.  So Chris approached me, and recognized the model.  Asked what the deal was?  

[MF] Her parents are asleep next door…

My fiancé enjoys sex more when there’s a fear or risk of being caught.

We’ve got guests staying over (her parents from overseas). They’re just in the next room – we’re sharing a wall.

I was woken up at around 4am. She was stroking my cock over my boxers. I didn’t think too much – my hand just slid straight down to her inner thigh. It’s hot here right now – so she wears these cute PJ shorts, they don’t leave much to the imagination.

I pushed the shorts away with my little finger and started rubbing her with the others. She hasn’t shaved in a while but I like that – I could feel her hair on either side of my fingers.

She was grabbing at my cock quite aggressively by now. One hand working that with the other pulling at the waistband. We both resorted to taking our own underwear off soon after.

I climbed straight on top of her and wasted no time sliding in. She was soaking wet. She made no noise other than deep exhaling sounds as I drove it into her.

The time I hooked up with the owner [M] of a hotel [F]

I was spending a week in Eilat, Israel with my family. I was 18 at the time and we were going to this city for the holidays. It is a beautiful city right off the coast of the red sea.

We check in and the man at the counter was staring at my breasts. I didn’t hook up with this guy but I wanted to note that because I love seeing guys stare like that. His mouth looked like it was watering as my double Ee’s sat in the bright and tight blue bikini top I was wearing.

Someone comes out from a door behind the desk. From what I could see it appeared to be an office of some sort but I wasnt sure. The man that came out was in a navy blue suit, bow tie, and he looked to be in his early fortys maybe. This is the oldest man I’ve ever hooked up with. I never knew how old he was.

We both locked eyes and he smiled at me. He was gorgeous nonetheless–like one of those ripped bald dads. I’ve always been attracted to that Arabian/Middle eastern look, and he was just that. He had a nice chiseled jawline and he looked very fit in that tight suit of his.